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 When my father was alive, I didn’t fret too much as a child. Instead, I naturally relied on him for everything I needed. Besides the basics of food, clothing and shelter, Dad gave me tender tending with cuddle times on his lap and lots of hugs to reassure me that all was well even when…

Perspective is the evaluation of an event or problem according to a particular way of viewing them. Alone, my perspective is limited to what I see, think, know and believe. But, when I share my perspective with another person, I invite them to help me enlarge my way of looking at something.   Squaring up the…

While raising our three sons, the nightly routine of tucking them into bed at night turned me into a good listener. After the busyness of an ordinary day and before falling asleep at night, they needed my undivided attention. It only took a few minutes for them to share what was on their heart, ask…

When I was thirteen and my father took his own life, it left me not only bereaved, but also thoroughly confused. If the one I’d loved and trusted the most in my life could abruptly abandon me, who was trustworthy? I concluded that no one was trustworthy.      Life is Not a One Person Event  For…